“And meanwhile, after one's eyes get used to the dirty light, and one’s feet to the mildew, a cellar has its compensations. I have found beetles of the most interesting proclivities, mice altogether comradely and persuadable, and forgotten potatoes that sprouted toward the crack of sunshine with a wan maiden grace not seen above.”
About William Vaughn Moody
8 July 1869–17 October 1910
In the flickering gaslight of late nineteenth-century America, as the nation struggled to reconcile its frontier spirit with emerging urban sophistication, William Vaughn Moody emerged as a literary voice uniquely suited to capture this profound cultural tension. Born on July 8, 1869, in Spencer, Indiana, and dying…